dancing through life.

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." 
— Friedrich Nietzsche

my neighbor dancing at sunset.

Today I went over to my friend's house to work on a school project. We were supposed to write a song or a poem based on a scene from Macbeth. We ended up with, er, interesting lyrics like, "I should be king of everything, ruler of all, bestest of all." Oh, yeah, it's going to be great. Did I mention we have to perform this in front of the class? What also ended up happening: swimming, eating too much chips and salsa, jumping on the trampoline, and laughing so hard I spit out my drink. Lots of singing and dancing, too.

My hair is all messed up, falling out of a sloppy bun, and it still smells like chlorine. The soles (I wrote 'souls' first) of my feet are sore and slightly browned. These are the perils of dancing, I suppose, but there's also a certain feeling of accomplishment, of wholeness that comes along as well. It's like the quote says; the day is complete now.

And now, while I let my feet rest, I can tuck into a good book (I went to Barnes & Noble yesterday and got two I'd been wanting to read for a while) and a brownie smothered with peanut butter, because that's how they're best.

It's a perfect day for dancing.

Wait, scratch that. It's always a perfect day for dancing.

-Kendall